Hell cat Dusty Miller is someone you want on your side, and not against you. This sixteen year old punk girl steals cars, drinks, smokes dope, swears like a trooper and is as hard as nails. She also sees ghosts. But lurking within that granite exterior, could just be a tiny soft spot, trying to escape. Toughened by her upbringing by her brutal drunken mother, and unleashed onto an unsuspecting world at the age of fifteen, it becomes Dusty Miller versus the rest of society. When this hard-bitten teenager starts seeing ghosts, the real fun begins. Drama, action, crime and belly laughs abound in in this fast paced adventure. Love them or hate them, you can't ignore Dusty Miller and her ghosts. A series of books set in the lower North Island of New Zealand, this is a modern day story of supernatural crime.

"THE present work on cookery appeared in England under the title of " The Official Hand-Book of the National Training School for Cookery," and it contains the lessons on the preparation of food which were practised in that institution. It has been reprinted in this country with some slight revision, for the use of American families, because of its superior merits as a cook-book to be consulted in the ordinary way, and also because it is the plainest, simplest, and most perfect guide to self-education in the kitchen that has yet appeared. In this respect it represents a very marked advance in an important domestic art hitherto much neglected." (From Preface)

In this striking and nostalgic collection, Emily Rose Cole unearths the fragility and resilience of daughterhood through indelible imagery that evokes new senses of the body: swallowing keys, rain lashing eyelids, unzipping of flesh. Grieving self-portraits of historical and mythological women are woven with stirring recollections of struggling bodies and evocative spells to overcome them. Undulating with memories and magic, illness and death, these poems reveal how a single chance at life and loving can be both too much and not enough. Her bed,from this angle, looks like an altar. Isaiah, when you wrote, The wolf will live with the lamb, what did you mean? Some days, cancer is the wolf. Some days, the wolf is Mama. -excerpt from "Still Life with Lines from Isaiah"